Born Six Feet Under - POEM of the MONTH!

Born Six Feet Under
 
Pacific Heights or Park Ave.,
She was born six feet under;
Loved by the local temple,
Now loving with a temper.
 
A misplaced fire roared down the street,
Her drunken husband pushed to attack;
So she decorated her house in white lace
And painted her wedding dress black.

We’re born six feet under,

Though not meant to wander.
 
Hell's Kitchen or Mission St.,
He was born six feet under;
Hated by the local population,
But he loves with a thunder.
 
A fire set in his soul roars down the street,
His brothers at the mission learn to serve;
So he put aside all desires for decoration,
And painted a cross for all to observe.
 
We are born six feet under,
Kiss the ground and wonder.